Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 91

boom! boom! boom!
The knock on the door didn't disappear as quickly as it did at An Le's door.

Instead, perhaps it was because of a response from the room.

The voice also began to become more irritable, appearing a little impatient.

Xu Sanchi on the bed was stiff all over, not daring to move at all.

"Sanchi, open the door quickly, it's me!"

A familiar voice from Xu Sanchi came from outside the door.

He was sure that in normal times, he would be able to immediately recall that person's name.

But at this time, the brain was in chaos, and it was impossible to touch the key points.

Even when he heard a familiar voice, Xu Sanchi still maintained a high level of vigilance, he didn't intend to leave the bed at all, he just asked.

"who are you?"

"Sanchi, have you even forgotten me?"

In an instant, the voice became sad and deep, as if complaining about Xu Sanchi's ruthlessness.

"I'm Feng Yang."

"Feng Yang..."

Xu Sanchi whispered to himself, and the memory of this name emerged in his mind.

This is a friend of the same generation who entered the clan with him, and the relationship has always been good.

"How did I forget him?"

Thinking of this, Xu Sanchi naturally felt guilty, and subconsciously took two steps outward.

But he vaguely felt that he seemed to have overlooked a very important point.

"Don't worry, I'll be right here..."

In the middle of speaking, Xu Sanchi suddenly stopped, and then his voice began to tremble: "Feng Yang, haven't you... been dragged into the blood mist long ago?"

Dead silence.

Suddenly, Xu Sanchi smelled a bloody smell.

He lowered his head and saw that a string of bloody footprints had already walked in front of him without him noticing!

When he raised his head again, a familiar and pale face appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Tears of blood flowed from the empty sockets.

"Why didn't you come and save me?"

"We... aren't we friends?"

Xu Sanchi staggered back, trying to hide behind the protection of the evil spirit talisman and magic circle, while speaking hoarsely.

"I, I want to save you too, but... I'm too weak."

At this time, he thought of something and repeatedly argued.

"It's uncle!"

"It's the uncle and they don't want to save you. If you want to find it, go find them!"

"Hehehe...hehehe..."

From the mouth of "Feng Yang", there came a sad and sarcastic laugh.

"Yeah... At that time, they didn't want to save me."

"Now, they won't come to save you either."

"We are the same..."

laugh--

The evil spirit talisman burned wildly and collided with the evil spirit.

Magical artifacts and magic circles are also being worn down constantly.

Most importantly, Xu Sanchi was scared out of his wits.

He fell to the ground, looking desperate.

But gradually, in the flickering light of the magic weapon.

The corners of Xu Sanchi's mouth gradually rose, and the panic and uneasiness in his eyes was filled with more and more joy.

"Yeah, we are the same."

"Hee hee hee……"

******
The strange movements in other rooms fell into An Le's ears.

He didn't pay much attention, he pinched a palm-sized gray-black villain, squeezed it hard, and smeared the squeezed mucus on his arm.

The cold ghost power penetrated into the muscles gradually.

Qi and blood roared and surged, like boiling, and was swallowed up the moment it first entered the body.

Even An Le's aura was getting stronger little by little.

Next to him, the strange snake Lao Mo quietly watched him, his eyes filled with awe and horror, thinking in his heart.

"This guy is probably the natural enemy of sneakiness!"

It is worth mentioning that.

An Le didn't use his defensive measures.

The strange snake faithfully fulfilled its promise and attracted two evil spirits that were neither too weak nor too strong.

Then, they watched helplessly as An Le squeezed all the ghost power out of their bodies.

It's no different from being dead.

Of course, Lao Mo didn't feel any guilt about this.

There is no harmonious relationship between evil spirits.

Fighting and devouring each other is the norm.

However, because of the owner of the inn, it was kept within a controllable range.

This gray-black villain had once bit off a part of Old Mo's body, and today he had his revenge.

"Master has accomplished a great feat, congratulations!"

Seeing that An Le had absorbed the ghost energy, Lao Mo hurriedly spoke, his tone full of respect.

Before, seeing that An Le didn't object to this title, it simply climbed up the ladder and directly assumed the status of a servant.

A look of loyalty.

An Le felt it was funny.

Where did this evil spirit learn to be glib and flattering?

However, he knew very well that anyone who really took the snake's nonsense seriously would be near death.

Still have to guard against it all the time.

Turning her head, An Le looked at the two faintly breathing evil spirits on the ground, and suddenly thought of it.

"Xiao Xiaohong can eat blood flames, will the evil spirit eat them?"

With a slight movement in his mind, the figure of the woman in red floated over.

And immediately understood what he meant.

"No... eat!"

Xiao Xiaohong looked at the two evil spirits with a look of disgust on her pretty face.

Then, she turned her head and glared at An Le.

The beautiful eyes were a little cold, silently drifting aside, as if... angry?

With the deepening of the strange place and the increase in the number of blood flames An Le fed her, the expression of the woman in red gradually became lively, and sometimes she even showed certain emotions.

Fortunately, An Le knew how to deal with this situation.

The bloody fire ignited.

Devour the evil spirits.

Xiao Xiaohong's eyes were bright, and she flew back to him like flying, sucking the blood flame in small mouthfuls, very well-behaved.

An Le couldn't help sighing with emotion: "It's so coaxing."

The awe in Lao Mo's eyes became more and more intense.

This bloody flame itself is extremely extraordinary.

Not to mention, it faintly felt that there was a more terrifying aura beside the blood flame.

This sense of oppression seems to come from the depths of the soul.

Or... a more original place.

******
Keng!
The sharp purple flying sword, wrapped in a mysterious edge, slashed across the wall of the guest room.

Logically speaking, the flying sword of the foundation-builder and the immortal-cultivator can easily split a barrier made of black iron into two.

But after the sword light dissipated, the door wall, which seemed to be made of wood, was intact.

Not even a sword mark was left.

Wan Xinrong frowned.

"A rule again?"

"This damn weird place!"

At this time, he was no longer calm and calm as before, and there were some stains on his clean Taoist robe.

This is the trace left in the battle with evil spirits.

The evil spirits here are even more difficult to deal with than those in the blood mist.

There are also many weird rules that he doesn't know.

Like this wall that cannot be destroyed by external force, and various furnishings in the house.

It was also like the weird behavior of the armored man before.

Until now, Wan Xinrong still couldn't figure out why the other party wasn't targeted by evil spirits?

"Moreover, there are people from the Akabane Sect..."

He narrowed his eyes, his heart full of vigilance.

"Especially that new face..."

Not long after An Le left, Xiang Feng and others walked into the inn.

There was naturally a little friction between Chiyuzong and Ziyunzong.

The relationship between the two parties is endless.

But at this time, the Red Feather Sect has two more foundations than the Purple Cloud Sect!

Among them, Xiang Feng's strength is extremely unpredictable, which puts great pressure on Wan Xinrong.

Just when he was thinking about countermeasures.

Outside the door, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Uncle Wan..."

(End of this chapter)